“You can drink me.”
Those were words Nox had never thought he would hear in this lifetime, from the only voice from which he’d dreamt of hearing them.
Rayne’s short dress deliciously exposed her shoulders, collarbone, and neck. Such delicate soft skin bared for his teeth. He’d taken a step toward her before stopping himself. “I can make it to Reipon. I don’t think you’re prepared for this.”
That did it.
The stubborn set of her shoulders, the lift of her chin, and the challenge in Rayne’s voice all confirmed Nox had already lost. “We’ve been intimate together. I think I can handle your teeth in me—”
Nox was in front of her, and Rayne’s gasp only fueled his hunger. He gripped a fistful of her braid hair and pulled until she arced her neck for him. The brazen look in her eyes almost unmade him. Roughly, he knocked her knees wide around him, pushed her satin panties aside, and—
Rayne cried out and held onto Nox. Her nails pierced his shoulders as he found home, and he loved it. He kissed over their fluttering pulse, captured inside her throbbing carotid. Cupping her ass, Nox drew his hips away, slowly—The way she liked it. The anticipation before the next thrust was always her favorite, and he tantalized her with it. Teased her with elongated teeth grazing across the artery.
Breathy, Rayne begged, “Nox, please,” and rolled her hips, asking for him with more than her lips.
Fierce as lightning, he struck gold twice. Rayne screamed his name, and Nox stopped pulling her hair to run his fingers through it as he swallowed liquid star dust. A rhythm formed while he drew this precious crimson liquid and her pleasure from her simultaneously. Like with all the positions, Rayne quickly acclimated, wrapped her legs around him, and gave to him what she wanted while he took from her what he needed.
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Eternity wouldn’t take either of them soon, but Nox wanted her to know he would always be hers.
Close now.
Nox squeezed Rayne’s hips as she welcomed him with a gasp, head thrown back.
None of that.
He unlatched from her throat, cupped her nape, and brought her forehead to his. Eyes closed, Nox soaked in every sensation of Rayne wanting him, and they surged together. Give and take. Equally measured. Perfect in their match.
Rayne opened her eyes to let Nox see. To see how they glistened and sparked in her arrival. Widened as if surprised. Every time. He gave that to her, and he wanted to give her more.
Days more.
Centuries or longer if she’d have him. Nox would forever want to see her this way. Alive and electric in his arms.
Rayne made an adorable sound when he lifted her off the counter and swung her to the kitchen island. She laid back and let him see all of her spread out before him. Nox could break out his wings and cradle her, but he had other plans.
Slow.
Down.
This was how Rayne liked it most, taking in every sensation, drawn out and prolonged. Nox would mark every surface of this loft with her. Starting with the kitchen. But first, sweet torture.
Nox separated them altogether, and Rayne’s eyes fluttered open, gazing with an unspoken question.
As her clothes receded—all but the slip of black satin protecting her modesty—Nox spared Rayne a knowing look which brought a pretty blush to her cheeks. Smirking, he accused, “One of us has developed a fetish.” He hooked his thumbs into the silky obstacle. “One of us enjoys me slipping this delicate material off your soft creamy skin...”
Rayne sighed.
“Lifting your hips to give me permission. Sliding them down your long legs and over your toes. Tossing them anywhere to be recovered later, like a game.” Nox kissed her calf. Then the inside of the other knee. “But Rayne, whether it’s your fetish or mine, I always win the prize—”
He knew her head went back before she could say a word, and he claimed his reward.
Between Rayne’s thighs, Nox growled, “You’re insatiable. You have the appetite of a Valkyrie. One day, I’ll have the time to wear you down, but until then…”